You let your feelings be said on paperRather than saying it verbalAmazing how the emotions fade like vaporI start to wonder, am I visible?

Staring at me as if I’m thickYou really think I’m that ******?Who am I to you, some young *****?Guess you don’t know I heard you say it

I wish I could read your mindTo see where you get your motivesWondering why you think I’m blindWhen I see you carrying your explosives

Opinions dividing me as a humanNo matter what; no one’s thrilledOne thing surprising is the confusionBetter be careful to not get killed

Living life without a sayGoing through all the strugglesTryna make it out as though I am braveThough my pain should be clearly visible

Where are my friends, are they here?Ghostly marking their presenceI think I can sense something in the airOr maybe that’s just my annoyance

The second of my trilogy of poems... Visible is another one of the poems in my portfolio that I gladly sit back and grin at in admiration, because of such vibrancy within the words I've used.Just like the previous poem, that being 'Gone With The Wind', this poem is mostly a stab at what I've seen in my life and judgements made against me.----Hope You Enjoy!Comment & Let Me Know Your Thoughts!

If I am out with lips stained hues Of poisoned berries and rotted fruitAnd skin so like an airbrushed dollYou wonder if I am real at allIf the gleams of sparkles under my eyesCatch the light and make you blindIf my wings take flight in the windAnd my lashes drip ink like a sinPray for me.

Because the color on my lips is thereSo I don’t forget my voice.And a porcelain face can smile as longAs its cracks are covered with paint.And the glitter alit on my cheeksCovers the bags of too little sleep(when my soul is so tired I just want to cryit’s nice to feel pretty with something that shines.)

So pray for meBecause today, I have put up my wallsMy heart is down and I am smallMy makeup is not a show for youIt’s a reminder to me that I’m visible too.

I wish you wellMy dear old friendMy green-backed flameSet along the clouds.

You lie beyond the night When the people have allFallen asleep in their cotsDoomed to awakenTo a gilded sky that brewsWith unseen graceNot invisible because eyes Cannot track itBut invisible because gazesAre melded with the grass.

Aww wow the visual world is become distortedHelp!!! The all pervading abstract art is me eating upThe familiar The girlsurroundings I'm bumping auch! ! Into the ****** crystal chandelier Why does it have to grow right out of this absurd scuffy and smitten sofadangling sadly beneath this blatant ceiling ... Ohhh awaww where are the Stairs to my bedroom **** ! they are twisted like a shabby shaggy. No no no how can I climb now up to my pink silvery bedroom? I need a rest! The windows became cracks of the lawnmowers soil pointing to the magma earth core. Or is it vacant and inhabited!? I have to go ballistic Braaaaaam a flight out of the lobsters hut hut succeded Love shack is grooving Everybody is moving come around I'll shake the tree branch and have a lovely dawn dinner with wise clouds. Even got a grip on a beautiful anthem borne upon allmighty god's finger. I Am pushed forward with artistic arms plentitude dancing the strokes across my ideal robes. I don't need an unbreakable strong rope anymore - ditto !!!? I have three eyes. One for you. One for me. One for the emerald sea.

I am not a mad manIndeed, I’m not a manI am the Fisher KingAn enigmatic fraction Of your frantic imaginationI come and go as I pleaseMixing serene silenceWith immaculate impotenceWho will help meThe King and his kinsmenThe King and his peopleA barren madmanIn a barren worldLiving on hope aloneHope and make-belief

Yet behind the façadeOf a harmless hermitLies greatness and goodnessAnd the promise of purityThe meaning of lifeAnd the riddance of meannessThe secret of blissWithout ignoranceThe purest pleasureFor both body and soulFor the King and his kinsmenThe King and his peopleThe barren madmanChanging the barren worldInto a painting-like paradise

So forget about reasonAnd the rules they implyAnd embrace the essenceOf my delusional ravingsLook out for the invisibleListen to silent whispersAnd expose hidden meaningsI’ll be here for a whileResting on the riversideFor I am not a mad manI am not a manI am not madI am the Fisher KingA barren beaconIn a dark, dark world

i am not writing for 5ki'm not preparing for compilationi am not trying to set new recordi'm not trying to impress you,,i was just saving my life

the thing is.... I feel like dizzy because i am lack of sleep doing alone all the laundriesthen i need to wake up early to hang those overeven though i am too sleepy!yet 12 hours of driving is await for me

i am telling you this because my privacyis just like a book on the libraryyou can read me all over again,if you want to pick me upbut then again,,there is a policy beyond my legacy...

" ONCE YOU ARE GETTING STARTED TO TURN ME ONYOU WILL STAND-OUT AND I WON'T EVER LET YOU DOWN "MY SWEET AND WARMTH ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO ALLEVER SINCE THE DEBUT POEM OF MINE,,HEARD BY A CALL

starting from then onmy *INVITATION and INAUGURATIONboost my self to face more aspirationand i do believe that " a day after " is our comprehension

such as my own motto in life and it goes something like this..." Tomorrow will never be the same beautiful as you unless you keepyesterday seems to be precious,, for you to surprisinglysurvive the essence of today's challenges! "

the question is---HOW CAN I FACE MY PROBLEM?,,IF THE PROBLEM IS MY FACE!---mirror is my visible answer ;)

Who told you that there was something like soul-mate floating around in the depths of the air?Who told you that even air has depths?Was it during introspection that it dawned upon you that all shallow things have depths?But then, the air is not shallow;It is not deep, nor shallow;How has the shallow air depths?

If there are soul-mates floating in the air, it cannot be shallow;If the air is a mere mixture of gases, it cannot harbour depth.Now turn everything around:The air is shallow because it has souls floating in it;The air is deep because it is a mixture of gases-It is all a tale of contrasting realities,And I am asked that why is the shallow air deep, and where is the depth hidden?

Hidden?If somethin is hidden, how can I measure the depth and the shallowness?If it is visible, I cannot see it.I cannot see it even when I see it.After all, things visible are invisible,And relatedness is a centrifugal force.